Another short Frerard. Please review, I'd really appreciate it!
Disclaimer ~ I don't own anything except the plot, which is a work of fiction.
There were beads of sweat glistening on Gerard's face, his black hair sticking to his forehead. His lover placed a gentle kiss on his temple before pulling the cheap motel sheets over their exposed bodies.
Gerard closed his eyes and bit down on his lip. This was something he should only ever share with Lindsey. The woman whom he vowed to love and to cherish. The woman that gave birth to his beautiful little girl.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Frank propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at Gerard, his eyebrows pinched.
Slowly running a hand along Frank's chest and admiring the art that was spread across his skin, Gerard let out a soft sigh. "I'm just afraid..." He paused, and looked up into the emerald eyes of his partner. "I never want you to be taken from me."
Frank smiled slightly before nuzzling his face into the crook of Gerard's neck.
They knew the extreme consequences of their actions if anyone were to find out. Frank had two daughters that he adored. They often questioned why daddy had to work so late. His wife Jamia would sit awake until her husband returned, growing more and more suspicious of each late-night "recording session."
But as much as Frank and Gerard tried, they couldn't stay away from each other. Their love was different.
It was stronger than vows and rings.
Crawling out of bed, the two began collecting their clothes, abandoned on the floor.
Frank stopped to gaze at his paramour while he pulled on each article of clothing, thinking what a shame it was that his body ever had to be covered.
Stepping toward the door, Gerard pulled the shorter man into a tight embrace.
"Let's do this again soon. Promise me." he whispered.
Frank smiled and hooked their pinky fingers together. "I promise."
The two connected in a kiss, moving together slow and passionate. Frank's hands tangled in Gerard's messy hair and pulled him closer.
Reluctantly, they broke for air.
"I'll leave first." the shorter murmured, pecking his lover's lips once more, before disappearing into the night.
Gerard pulled his car into the driveway. All of the curtains were drawn, but there was a faint flickering glow, what he imagined to be the television. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the key from the ignition and slowly approached the front door.
As soon as he stepped inside, the television flicked off. There was a moment of eerie silence.
"Another late night?" Lindsey called out from the living room, making Gerard jump. Her voice sounded cold like ice, but stung like acid.
"Um, yeah, we've been working really hard on some new material."
Her footsteps echoed down the hallway and she stepped out in front of her husband, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Don't lie to me, Gerard. I called your brother and he said everyone had left the studio hours ago."
"Well we don't spend all of our time in the studio, honey." He tried to keep his voice low so he wouldn't wake Bandit. "I was working on something new."
Lindsey grimaced. "And what exactly is this 'something new'?"
Gerard thought for a moment, and a slight smile pulled up the corners of his lips.
"Frank and I are writing a love song."